Botarded.

 So I went to the library to get one book -- ONE BOOK -- that a friend from work had suggested. 

That was dumb.  Came back with eight.

Especially dumber because I already have literally hundreds of new books here at home, spines not yet devirginized.

Maybe this was doable when I was unemployed, waiting for employers out there to realize what an amazing asset I would be to their company and how reedonkulous they would be not to hire me and throw wads of cash at me.

But, dude.  I'm a full-time droid now.  A droid that sits in front of a computer by day and lives on a couch by night and can barely track which days are mine with the kid now, never mind remember that I'm also a full-time grad student (wait, I'm a WHAT?!  Oh, crap). 

Reading books is a luxury I can nay afford.  And yet... EIGHT books.  Octo-idiot. 

What the hell am I thinking?  With this logic system my brain is currently using, I wouldn't be surprised to find myself cooking Thanksgiving dinner tonight for eight when I only need to feed one and a half people.  And a dog.  Or to find myself submitting photos for Playboy's next playmate search.

Okay, so that last paragraph didn't make much sense.  BUT THAT IS KIND OF THE POINT EXACTLY.  There, now you see where I'm coming from.

Comments

[annie]

i absolutely loved "the red tent." i hope you do like it!

[jess]

bibliophiles unite! *pumps fist in the air*

[Trudy]

I've never, ever, in my lifetime, checked out only one book from the library. Or two. The local library when I was little actually imposed a limit of 10 books per person because of me...something I'm proud of. :) So I feel your pain. Or elation.
"The Red Tent" is phenomenal. I intend to reread it soon - that good.